Save Me From My Own Demise (Phan)

Somewhere In Neverland

After a weekend of fixing everything, me and Dan were really starting to be like we were so long ago, it felt like when we were teenagers again. Emily had been really good lately, she'd started growing and little tufts of hair had started to grow on the top of her head, and she'd been able to stop crying as much during the night. Courtney was out of the hospital and we'd been in contact with her, she was really happy that Emily had come so far already.

I was laying in my bed, playing on my iPhone, trying my best to beat my high score on flappy bird. Dan came in with Emily in his arms, and smiled at me. "Oh, I see how it is. I have to take care of our little girl and you get to lay in our bed playing on your phone, nice to see that we're working as a team." He joked. "And may I remind you that I've been taking care of her for the past 12 hours while you slept like a fucking baby." I quickly replied. He just shook his head and laughed, and went downstairs. I stopped trying to beat my high score and I went into my contacts, to see that I had a text:

'Hey Phil, it's me Kyle. Dan gave me your number, nice choice of partner, may I add. Such a shame that I didn't tell him about what really happened when we broke up.'

I knew that he was trying to mess with me, that's all he'd ever done since the beginning of relationship until I finally ended it. He knew that I didn't want to do what I did, it was an accident.

"Phil?" Dan shouted up the stairs. "Yeah?" "Are you okay? breakfast is ready." "I'll be down in a minute." I shouted back. I deleted the text from Kyle and went downstairs.

"Mm smells good." I complimented. "it should considering that I spent my time making it for you, Phillip." "Don't call me that." "Why?" "Because I said so, okay?!" I snapped.

Then it all started playing out in my head.

-1st of April 2009-

In the darkness, I walked home from school, hoping that my dad was passed out drunk so I didn't have to take another beating for staying back late after school. I picked up my speed, but I tripped over my laces and fell head-first onto the pavement. I could feel the hole in my stomach aching, but no matter what, I had to get home as soon as possible.

When I put my key into the door and unlocked it, the very familiar smell of alcohol invaded my senses and as soon as that happened, I knew he'd been drinking at the pub already. I walked into the living room to see my dad and his friend Danny with bottles of assorted alcohols on the table and the slight swaying of their bodies to indicate that they were completely hammered. "Hi, dad. Hello Danny." I greeted sweetly. "Where have you been? Out with that boy Kyle again, probably." He slurred. "No dad, I was doing English revision, I told you I was this morning."

He got up and looked at me with the same look he'd given me for the past 3 years, anger. His eyes scanning me, judging me. "You're a little faggot! My son is a little gayboy.." He slurred again, the word 'Faggot' reaching my ears and making me shiver. He got hold of my wrist and he gripped tightly onto it until I could feel all of my cuts re-opening and bleeding, the smell of him radiating of off him and staining my clothes, making me gag. He slapped me and punched me, even when I was I was on the floor, kicking my side, and calling me useless and worthless while he beat me for the millionth time. "You make me-m sick, you're dirty and unnatural and you'll always be worthless. Fuck you, I wish you were never born."

A few lonely tears escaped my ears, making Danny laugh at me. "Boys don't cry Phillip, stop crying and be a man." He mocked. He wouldn't stop for anything, not for such a long time. "Stay there and rot you piece of shit." He seethed, before walking away and leaving the house with Danny. And so I did stay there, and I passed out. I really wished that my mum was still alive.

-end of flashback-